Mycroft x Reader (one-shot)

“Up! Now!” You groaned into your pillow and looked over at your clock with squinted eyes. It was 2:15pm and to be honest you had no intention of getting up today, you were going to stay in bed and sleep because you couldn’t sleep last night and you’d quite frankly had enough of everything and there was just no point. “(Y/n) I’m not going to tell you again. Get out of bed, now!”

“No, you can’t tell me what to do with my life, go away.” You grumbled putting your duvet over your head.

“Don’t make me order you.”  You lifted your arm from under the duvet and held it up above your head whilst pulling one finger.

“You can’t order me about Mycroft, I’m a grown woman!”  You argued sinking further down under the duvet, still half asleep.

“I’m taking these files to Sherlock. If you’re not up by the time I come back I won’t be hap-”

“Okaaaaaay!!!” You heard Mycroft sigh and then he walked out of your flat, softly closing the door behind him. You waited until you could hear him ascend the stairs to Sherlock’s flat before you stumbled up out of bed and went over to lock the door to your flat from the inside, leaving the key in the keyhole. You laughed to yourself and climbed back into bed snuggling back under the duvet, closing your eyes again and instantly feeling sleep washing over you.

A few moments later you felt yourself getting picked up out of bed, immediately making you miss the warmth of your large duvet and you groaned in annoyance. Your eyes shot open as you realised what was happening and you were greeted by a very stern looking Mycroft.

“Put. Me. Down.” You demanded making Mycroft quirk an eyebrow and smirk before he slung you over his shoulder. “MYCROFT!” You squealed squirming furiously as you tried to free yourself from his grip. He walked out of your flat and he began to open the door that went onto the street. “What are you doing?!” He opened the door and walked out and stood in the middle of the street with you still slung over his shoulder. Your face turned a deep bright shade of red as some people passed you with a look of befuddlement and slight shock on their faces, some muttering under their breaths. Mycroft on the other hand didn’t seem to give a damn. “Myc this is starting to get just a little bit silly… PUT ME DOWN! NOW!”

“Apologise and then I might put you down.”  He said smugness evident in his voice.

“Oh for Christ sake! Sorry your highness!” You shouted making Mycroft chuckle a little as he turned around and took you back into your flat. Once in he closed the door behind him and set you down on your feet and you wasted no time in going over to punch his arm with a strong force, making him frown a little. “How did you get back inside? I locked the bloody door!”

“I have my ways.” He smirked leaning in to kiss your lips but you moved away quickly and turned your back to him.

“Don’t you dare think that you’re getting away with what you just did there Mycroft Holmes. I will… burn your shitty umbrella and whenever you buy a new one I’ll burn that too.” Mycroft began laughing loudly until tears formed in his sparkling blue eyes. “Oh everything’s bloody hilarious isn’t it?” You huffed as you stormed off into the kitchen and opened up your cupboard, reaching for your box of green tea. Before you could flick the switch of the kettle Mycroft picked you up again, making you squeal and flail your arms everywhere. He took you back into the living room and sat down on the sofa with you still in his arms. You squirmed a little in attempt to get away from him but his arms wrapped tighter around you and you finally gave in with a loud sigh.

“Tell me what’s wrong my darling. It’s not like you to stay in bed all day.” He said softly, kissing the top of your head lovingly. Ok, you had to admit it even though Mycroft had properly pissed you off just then, you could never actually stay mad at this man, and as soon as you were in his arms you melted into him and snuggled into his chest as his fingers went to play with your hair.

“I don’t know.” You sighed as Mycroft’s finger went to gently lift your chin so you would look up at him. “I just… don’t feel myself; I didn’t sleep much last night.”

“Why didn’t you phone me? I could’ve come over my love.”

“It was late; I didn’t want to bother you.”

“You wouldn’t have bothered me, never think that. I’m staying with you tonight, I’ll have my schedule cleared.”

“You don’t have to do that My, I’ll be ok.”

“I want to spend the night with you though, we very rarely do so.”  He leaned forward slightly to brush his lips against yours as your fingers went to play with the chain of his golden pocket watch.

“You can stay, but you’re sleeping on the sofa because I still haven’t forgiven you for what you did earlier.” You smirked tapping the tip of his nose with your index finger.

“You’re so cruel.” He whined causing you to laugh loudly.

“Cruel? Me!? You had me hung upside-down over your shoulder in the bloody street, you’re the cruel one Mycroft!”  

“I’m allowed to be cruel.” He smirked laying you down on the sofa, resting himself on top of you whilst pressing feather light kisses along your jawline. “I’m the British Government; I’ll do what I want.” He smiled as he pressed a kiss on your lips, his teeth dragging across your bottom lip as he pulled away.

“I’m still burning your umbrella.” You murmured with a small smile on your lips as his mouth trailed along your neck.

“You wouldn’t dare.” He whispered biting down on your skin hard making you gasp loudly. “If you did, I’d have to do… something.”

“Oh. And what would that ‘something’ be?”

He moved his lips to the shell of your ear and whispered a breathy, barely audible, “Serious punishment.” Your stomach knotted in anticipation and you had to suppress a loud moan from escaping your lips. Mycroft being dominant in the bedroom? Yes please. You wanted some of that.

“Well, what if I want this ‘serious punishment’?” You teased making Mycroft lift his eyebrow and look at you.

“Oh believe me; you’ve already earned yourself some kind of punishment my dear.” He whispered darkly as his hands began to slide underneath your pyjama top and travel up your back.

“Really? Why?” You asked, arching your back a little, pressing your hips against his.

“For simply ‘threatening’ to burn my umbrella!”

“Well… I suppose it’s only fair.” You smiled, biting down on your bottom lip as your (e/c) eyes gazed into his glistening blue ones.

“Agreed.” He muttered, his lips returning to yours for a passionate kiss. You were quite glad that you'd got up now, you didn’t feel sad or tired anymore, instead you were looking forward to the next few hours of pleasure you’d get to spend with your man, Mycroft Holmes.